i brought out the bottle today. sipping it now. gonna give me smelly breath. and my hands smell like you. sheesh. yes, insight to your psyche. you let me in today. i don't know what to make of it. alcoholism is the way of life i choose to adopt.
fuck you, life. i hate you. for a myriad of reasons.
today i opened a can of worms. i found out all about ouyayandoperhay. you told me everything.
i hate when i don't get what i want. even though i should be used to the feeling of not getting what i want.
right now, i feel my heart in my ears, i feel a little woozy, but no, sleep refuses to consume me. i can't seem to shut my brain tonight. and i have class tmr. plus work. so dead. i enjoy feeling the alcohol mingling with blood, affecting the neurons in my mind. i enjoy surrendering my control to alcohol, and alcohol alone. i enjoy the strange lucidity i feel as alcohol blurs my mind.
i now know you're asthmatic.
i wish i were back in hall right here right now. i imagine my life to be so different if i were in hall and had the liberty to do as i please.
